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makinglies2014-11-10 09:11 pm
metalicarus) wrote in makinglies2014-11-10 09:11 pm
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Dirty Dancing
As much as their little family unit stuck together these days, they each had their own things to do and places to go sometimes and that could mean they were gone for a long time, depending on where they were going and why. For Pyunma, it was his digs and various other cultural and historical things that he was called to and, as he gained notoriety, he was being called on more and more. This meant he was often away for months at a time. However, he always sent little things back for his family as he found them, for Albert and Jet they often came in the form of books, music and little models of whatever reminded Pyunma of Jet.
When Jet came home from shopping, it was to the sounds of Spanish-style music flooding their home. It sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't tell if it was the artist or just the type of music. Puerto Rican music had flowed nearly non-stop from certain parts of the city Jet had gone through and spent time in and he'd never had a problem with the music itself, just the people who played it. Older now, the prejudices had died and left behind was the pure appreciation for the sound. Besides, it made for good dancing music, especially the more sensual kind he didn't get to do all that often anymore.
He cast a quick glance to see Albert in his chair with one of his books before moving into the kitchen to unload the groceries. Just as he was finishing, a song came on that was just a little faster than the others, a little more, and it put a beat to Jet's movements.
That was when the lightbulb flashed over his head and spawned a somewhat evil little smirk on Jet's face.
A quiet 'zing' -easily missed under the music- and Jet accelerated upstairs, changed into a pair of distinctly tighter jeans and a tight tank top that he knew would move with him just like he wanted it to, and headed back down the stairs at a normal pace. As soon as his bare feet touched the slick wood of the bottom floor, Jet started to move.
It took no time at all to let the music flow into his system, taking control of his body as he moved around to the front of the couch. Gracefully, Jet's body flowed into moves he knew by muscle more than memory. He stood there in the middle of the living room, swirling hips and taking steps as the puppet of the music he was, though there could be no doubt by just a glance at his face that he was enjoying himself. However, he was also knowingly putting on a show for his husband, something he made clear by the looks and suggestive smirks he sent Albert's way.
When Jet came home from shopping, it was to the sounds of Spanish-style music flooding their home. It sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't tell if it was the artist or just the type of music. Puerto Rican music had flowed nearly non-stop from certain parts of the city Jet had gone through and spent time in and he'd never had a problem with the music itself, just the people who played it. Older now, the prejudices had died and left behind was the pure appreciation for the sound. Besides, it made for good dancing music, especially the more sensual kind he didn't get to do all that often anymore.
He cast a quick glance to see Albert in his chair with one of his books before moving into the kitchen to unload the groceries. Just as he was finishing, a song came on that was just a little faster than the others, a little more, and it put a beat to Jet's movements.
That was when the lightbulb flashed over his head and spawned a somewhat evil little smirk on Jet's face.
A quiet 'zing' -easily missed under the music- and Jet accelerated upstairs, changed into a pair of distinctly tighter jeans and a tight tank top that he knew would move with him just like he wanted it to, and headed back down the stairs at a normal pace. As soon as his bare feet touched the slick wood of the bottom floor, Jet started to move.
It took no time at all to let the music flow into his system, taking control of his body as he moved around to the front of the couch. Gracefully, Jet's body flowed into moves he knew by muscle more than memory. He stood there in the middle of the living room, swirling hips and taking steps as the puppet of the music he was, though there could be no doubt by just a glance at his face that he was enjoying himself. However, he was also knowingly putting on a show for his husband, something he made clear by the looks and suggestive smirks he sent Albert's way.
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But then he slid his hand down Albert's chest and his partner rolled his hips forward with more rhythm and purpose than Jet had ever seen him display. Perhaps....just perhaps, his husband had more dance in him than he'd been letting on. The bastard.
It would take further testing to make sure.
Jet changed his movements so he wasn't treating Albert so much as an object for Jet to dance on and more like a partner to dance with. Jet's hands continued to skate over the older man's form, but now meant guide just as much as touch. Jet's hips move one way and he presses into and on Albert in a way to encourage his hips move similarly, making them sway and move in time to the music. Dancing. There was ten time more contact in this dancing than any other kind of dancing Jet had tried to drag Albert into, their pelvises grinding against each other as Jet lead them into a swaying, circular movement and long, slender fingers danced along the planes of Albert's chest sand back, keeping his partner pressed to him throughout.
He'd have to chew his husband out for holding out on him later, for now he was just going to lead them into flowing with the music.
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Strains of guitar and percussion wind around them, locked in their rhythmic embrace as they are. Albert's movements may be unpracticed and crude but they're born of passion for the man who'd dragged him to his feet and for once, Albert doesn't care about what it looks like in favor of being close and grinding himself against Jet just as urgently as his husband is doing to him.
Another bar and Albert can't help himself. He wraps his arms around his lover and kisses him deeply, still swaying to the beat and letting his hips try to match Jet's.